Sunday, January 26, 2025

To Survive Being Smart

I'm still reading Silent Spring. I'm on chapter 13 with 4 chapters yet to go. We didn't have enough to worry about racing along on the 'highway to climate hell'. It's the same road on which we are ignoring signs warning of chemical hazards sixty years after Rachel Carson's book. The under-regulated production and use of chemicals continues. WHO reports that there are 40,000 to 60,000 manufactured chemicals in commercial use. They are found in herbicides, pesticides, foods, pharmaceuticals, cosmetics, cleaning agents, clothing, fire retardants, packaging, air, water, soil, plants, animals, babies, grownups, and everything else. Please tell me that chocolate isn't on the list.

Commercial chemicals are implicated in many health issues: decreased fertility, gender dysphoria, genetic disease, developmental abnormalities, diabetes, immune disorders, allergies, cancer, and the cranky mood of demented geezers like me. It's scary. Some farmers won't eat the food they sell. It's going to take more than an executive order from Emperor Sanctimonius Caesar to fix this.

By the way, if I didn't name your favourite disease as one that might be involved with chemical exposure, go ahead and add it to the list. More research required. 

As for me, when I was a kid, I suffered from patches of inflammation and scaly skin; that is, eczema. I suspect that the cause was the antibacterial soap Mum used on us because of her bacteriaphobia. Those little beasties had to die. She didn't know that a population of many different skin bacteria keeps the pathogenic ones in check through competition. If you kill off everything, you set up your skin as an ideal home to receive whichever germ arrives first after the bath. The new orthodoxy on washing is "less is better". Who would have thought? I skipped my shower yesterday. Today I showered, so we can hug. While we're at it, my back is itchy. There, ahhh, now a bit to the right.

I feel a little guilty. Dad worked for a chemical company, so our family lived off profits from the products they sold. The same company helped me through university with a summer job. Back then, you could have called me Denny Dimwit for all I knew about careless use of problematic substances. Now, after all these years without a clue, I am finally reading Silent Spring. Just call me ;D. That's a sideways emoji of me winking and grinning, like thank goodness I'm ;Done. I mean, it's your problem now. You should learn some chemistry. I hope you do better at this than I did.

Let me help with that. Don't forget the second law of thermodynamics. Whenever you do something, you make a mess; and even cleaning up a mess makes a mess. We thought we could fix things and now we are drowning in a mess of unintended consequences. You can do better.

Quoting what Einstein never said but would have if he had lived another few decades:

1. God plays dice.
(The universe is arbitrarily dangerous and beautiful.)

2. People play the odds.
(We do what we can to improve our chances.)

3. Smart people play the violin.
(We want to make things more beautiful.)

4. Wise people practice with earplugs.
(Be ready for unintended consequences.)

Life is 1% what happens to you, 
9% what you do with what you get, and
90% cleaning up your mess.

Almost done the lesson.
Don't fail the final exam.

Let me make it simple.

There's only one question,
and here's the answer:
be wise enough
to survive being smart. 

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Yes, but what's the question?
Exactly.
If you are smart, you think you know
the question and the answer.
If you are wise, 
you know that you don't know,
so you keep on asking.
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Some Scary Stuff I Have Read

Cancer Health Effects of Pesticides: National (USA) Center for Biotechnology Information

Environmental Chemicals and Autoimmune Disease: ScienceDirect

Environmental Toxins and Infertility: National Center for Biotechnology Information

Intersex Variation and Endocrine-Disrupting Chemicals: Sage Journals

Association of Pesticides with ADHD and ASD:
National Center for Biotechnology Information

Pesticide Exposure and Risk of Alzheimer's:
National Center for Biotechnology Information


Monday, January 13, 2025

Climate in 2025

2024 Was the Hottest Year.
Where do we stand in the world and in Canada? Here are Greenhouse Gas emissions in tonnes per person for some countries during 2023 (including CO2, CH4 and N2O, and land use change, reported as CO2 equivalent). 2024 data are not yet available.

 Australia     22
   Canada     20.4
    Russia     18.5 
       USA     17.2
  Norway     12.8
       China     9.8
    Sweden     6.7 
           UK     5.7 
      France     5
         India     2.9 
(source Our World in Data*) 

Conclusion, Canadians are not among the good guys. Can we do better? What's the plan?

Liberals, what's the plan?
Conservatives, what's the plan?
NDP, what's the plan?
BQ, what's the plan?
Greens, what's the plan?
Premiers, what's the plan?
Mayors, what's the plan?

Hey Canuck, what's the plan?

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Good News or Bad News: Just Have a Think,
Dec 2024
Fossil Fuel Use in Industry: Just Have a Think,
Jan 5, 2025

Berkley Earth Global Temperature Report

Do These Politicians Understand Carbon?:
David Suzuki and Ian Hannington, November 2024


*GHG Emissions by Country: Our World in Data

Saturday, January 11, 2025

Information Chaos

It was five years ago during the pandemic that I quit Facebook. I didn't like the tsunami of nonsense being posted, like "Covid 19 is no worse than a bad cold". WHO describes such memes as an infodemic that put people in hospital and resulted in hundreds of unnecessary deaths. My response to misinformation was to check the facts and warn my friends with more reliable information. 

I recall that one tender soul was offended and accused me of starting an argument. Science is not an argument. Science, when done right, identifies the source, provides an estimate of uncertainty, and welcomes rational challenges based on evidence, because progress is expected. Opinions, on the other hand, lose track of the source, claim certainty, and answer unbelievers with insults and accusations. Generally, the dialogue on Facebook was unproductive. I didn't change my mind, and they didn't change theirs. It was noise, a waste of time and angst, the reason I am blogging instead.

My next book to read, already purchased and waiting in my Kobo queue, is "The Certainty Illusion: what you don't know and why it matters" by Timothy Caulfield. "It will vaccinate you against misinformation." There was a recent interview with the author on The Agenda: The hidden danger of information chaos

I will get to that book soon. Just now, recalling that even good information can be suppressed or misused, I continue reading Rachel Carson's "Silent Spring" in which she blew the whistle on applied-science-for-profit at the expense of health-of-the-planet. I suspect we are still at it and should pay attention before there is nothing left to hear and nobody to listen.

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Zombie Facts: CBC News, Jan 11, 2025

Fact Checking Has Become Partisan: CBC News, Jan 11, 2025

Oil and Gas Industry Misinformation: David Suzuki Foundation

Leaving is Hard: Gretta Vosper





Wednesday, January 8, 2025

To Lift The Heart

 Since the PM is resigning, I have a few poorly informed thoughts.

First, let me get this out of the way. I would rather be a sesquipedalian who knows what he's talking about than an ultracrepidarian who doesn't. Nevertheless, I resolve to use shorter words so you can tell the difference. 

Therefore I will confess, in words with three syllables or less, that I don't know much about politics except the drama I see on TV, presented to hold the viewer's attention through the next commercial. Nobody wants to see government doing it's job. Boring. We watch the News to get our dozy amygdalas (oops, that's 4 syllables, delete one, 'mygdalas) aroused. Promise us something we can rant about or we'll skip the commercials and head to the refrigerator (5, sorry, try fridge). 

Since I am limited to three syllables, I can just squeek in Pierre Poilievre. That's pwal-YEV-reh, if I remember my highschool French. You swallow the reh, as I recall, although he's sometimes hard to swallow. Wikipedia says it's PAW-lee-EV, which sounds more like what we used to call franglais. I didn't read the remainder of the Wikipedia bio so I can't say much more about however-you-say-him except that if he's smiling, then you can be sure it is a Conservative sponsored photo-op or else he has let loose a stinker on the Liberals. (Sorry, 4 syllables in Conservative. I should have skipped the part about smiling. Rarely happens anyway. He usually looks like the principal who caught you spraying graffiti in the gym, even if it was just air freshener in the can and the gym really needed it.) Bad smells aside, Pierre chooses to be known as Pierre AXEtheTAX. Not sure why. There is no informa... (sorry, no factual data) in that name. It's just fear that the government is out to get us again, and a promise that you can trust Pierre to do the right thing, i.e. AXEtheCCR (sorry, I meant AXEtheTAX. CCR is the Canada Carbon Rebate. AXEtheCCR doesn't have the same sweet ring to it as AXEtheTAX, but you can't have one without the other.)

Then there's Justin Trudeau. That's troo-DOH, but you knew that because Pwaly whatevre never missed a chance to sneer the PM's name, and the media played it back over and over spraying it on your 'mygdala as indelible (sorry, make that 'not delible') digital graffiti.

Of course, the polls will detect what the vandals left in our heads. Next, government by those who spread angry opinions manipulating (ouch, 5) the ultracrepidarians (you'll have to look it up) who, if they buy the guff, will get what they deserve, government by slogan, free of actual facts.

Since troo-DOH, nobody is talking about how we get to net zero GHG emissions. Everyone knows, but won't say it, that we're going to get there, either because we managed to do so with effective policies and adult behaviour or because we burned up and blew away. But we must feed our 'mygdala thingies while we are still here. So let's all chant AXEtheTAX, and take what comes.

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I'm just catching on to using short words. Please forgive the lapses. I will do better with practice. At some point there will be a two syllable note from me, then one, and if your luck holds, .... 

Notice there was only one word with more than one syllable in the previous sentence and that was syllable. You may applaud. Please. The spirit of the age is so negative and critical. Give me some encouragement (sorry, that was a 4). Give us something to élève le coeur (lift the heart) in response to our efforts. Save some of that for people who have sacrificed their time in public service, even if they sometimes slipped up.

There's a point worth attention. I cannot understand why a person with a heart would want to be Prime Minister of Canada when all you get is cynical slogans imprinted on the angry amygdalas of the ultracrepidarian electorate. (Oops. 4,7,4. Fell off the wagon. Better stop. This is exhausting.)

Anyone for a PM without a heart? Or we could have a governor without one, and join the Don-Elon Empire. They used to be monosyllabic (oops, 5) Trump and Musk. Then Trump played his wildcard (the climate-crisis-scam scam) and won an election to become a two-syllable Seizer (that's MAGA for Caesar). Meanwhile, in anticipation of the second coming, Trump is dribbling on his neighbours. He thinks Canada, Panama, Mexico and Greenland are up for grabs and he is marking his claim. Meanwhile  Musk is hosing his scent all over Europe

O 'merica, what have you done? Don-Elon have teamed up to give us three hilarious (4, did it again, should have said goofy) syllables, and I can't keep up with the gags. Together Don-Elon could host SNL. Then on Sunday morning, they could lay claim to Mars. Don-Elon gone to Mars: a thought to lift the heart.

Monday, January 6, 2025

Awake Yet?

Another night of fugue dreams about the classroom. Just before waking, I was trying to teach somebody (was it you?) everything I know about chemistry in one lesson. So I started off with atoms and molecules, then elements and compounds, heterogeneous mixtures and solutions, reaction stoichiometry and thermodynamics. I finished off with the hard stuff about complex materials that self replicate, alter their own composition, and generate new materials, thereby ensuring their persistence, unless perchance they do it wrong and get recycled. 

You probably know about atoms and molecules. You may not twig to the bit at the end. You should, though. You and I see it in the mirror every morning. I mean, it's us. True, we don't usually think of ourselves as aggregations of atoms because thought is a metaphenomenon at a much higher level of complexity than the atoms that generate it. 

What brought this on was an audiobook we recently listened to: "On a Farther Shore: the life and legacy of Rachel Carson" by William Souder. We heard that Rachel Carson's accessible prose unifies the study of living things with the environment as "ecology". She worked hard to make the hard stuff easy when it is so easy to make the easy stuff hard.

Rachel Carson's "Silent Spring" was published in 1962 when I was in university. She died in 1964 just as I began my teaching career. (Not my fault she died. Not her fault I became a teacher.) Of course I knew about Silent Spring. Everybody knew. Rachel was a sensation. But what I knew would barely make an interesting paragraph.*  And since then, I have been too busy or lazy to find out more. You too? Silent Spring should be part seven of the owner's manual for the human body. How did we miss it?

 1. potty training
 2. being nice
 3. speaking
 4. reading and writing
 5. arithmetic
 6. the birds and the bees
 7. Silent Spring
 8. taking care of business
 9. showing the kids how it's done
10. passing the torch
11. walking on the beach
12. writing a blog if the urge strikes
13. recycling the atoms

Maybe we got distracted on #6 and then were in a rush to get to #8. We Didn't Have a ClueIn a better world nobody would get to skip #7 . 

* Now it appears that Rachel Carson had a clue. She wrote extensively about fallout from nuclear weapons testing, persistent pesticides, herbicides, and the looming climate emergency, all issues to which we were quite blind before she showed us where to look. She also wrote lyrically about the beauty of nature and our need to behave responsibly rather than mess it up. With Rachel's introduction, we have met the environment and it is us. Our poet and scientist personas merge. We look on curiously, amazed as the universe discovers itself through our eyes. (That's my one paragraph on Rachel Carson. How did I do?)

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I anticipate your prognostication that this sesquipedalian writer will not cogitate copaseticly without an effulgence of inscrutable verbosity.
(I suppose you think I use too many big words to tell you about my little thoughts.) And I find no exculpatory counterarguments except my customary floccinaucinihilipilification. (No matter; I plead guilty as usual.) I have heard your hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia. (I sense your aversion to my big words.) So, to be well, you might look elsewhere for leisure reading. 

Yes but, in the interest of retaining a residual audience, (I'm not done with #12 and not in a hurry for #13), here's my New Year's project: I will read "Silent Spring" to learn some easy words about difficult things. I promise.

There. I told you. Now I have to do it.

Time to wake up. Come back whenever you need a nap or a chemistry lesson. More to tell and lots of nice short words will be waiting. If I relapse, just copy the offending word and paste it into Google search or DuckDuckGo.

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Thanks to Bing for helping me with the spelling of words like "potty". As the years go by I forget. Is it pottie or pottee or pawty or pahtea? So confusing and so many short words. I wish all the words were as memorable as hippopoto-monstro-sesquipedalio-phobia. That is one of a kind. Beautiful. Are you sure you don't like it? 

Anyway, with Rachel's assistance, I'm going to work at the short words. Promise.

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Kicking Fossil Fuel Out of Industry: Just Have a Think, Jan 5, 2025

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Homo Fanaticus

I went to bed while thinking last night. It was a mistake. I slogged through eight hours of muddled gestation of befuddled limerick. According to Winston Churchill (and many others), the definition of a fanatic is one who can’t change his mind and won’t change the subject. That was me last night. I am more flexible when awake.

Looking Back at 2025 From One Possible Future
The species named homo fanaticus
with anti-green bias dogmaticus,
ignoring the facts, axed
the dread carbon tax.
Extinction became automaticus.

Hardly worth a night's sleep.
Bing could have done better in five seconds.

Hey Bing, compose some free verse, irregular meter and no rhyme, about the tortuous path to the truth known as wisdom.

Bing answers in three seconds. Must have anticipated my request:

In a forest thick with shadows
and echoes of those who wandered before,
the truth lies hidden.

Roots tangle with intentions,
branches scrape the sky,
aching to see light.

Footsteps falter on stones,
questions as old as time
litter the ground.

Here, among ancient trees,
the path twists,
serpentine and unyielding.

Silent whispers guide the way,
puzzling riddles in the wind,
leading nowhere and everywhere.

In moments of clarity,
the sky parts, revealing
the wisdom sought.

Not in the destination,
but in the weariness of the journey,
truth becomes known.

A voice within whispers softly,
“The search itself,
that is where wisdom resides.”

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Next time I ask Bing before bed.

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Here's one I composed while awake a few years ago pre-Bing.
Looking Back and Dreaming Forward